Evidently there is such a thing as a good therapy session even if it does happen to run one hour and fifty minutes. It so happens also that I can call my child by my dogs name more than once and yes it's ok to leave the room and pee three times.
My big project at work does not seem to be killing me but it is putting me to bed early every night with brain weariness.
I continue to come home each evening and paint but it is not so obsessive as it was, since I seem to be able to cook dinner and water plants in between washing paint brushes. I still have not been to a meeting, although I did talk to two sponsees at length on the phone last night. Maybe the funk is lifting. I don't know.